Autumn storm, come! defoliate the trees,
All the flowers have wilted already,
Ah, the last dreams are fleeing,
The last tones are dying away!
  Autumn storm, come! and roar into it all,
Make an end of the pain of the death!

  Autumn storm, come! break into he silent dread,
Break into it with your lamenting sound,
So that we must no longer see
Unmourned the dead bride!
  Autumn storm, come! why do you still hesitate?
Break, ah break the silence, break it!

  Autumn storm, come! and cover the terror of death
Soon with shining snow,
If you can no longer waken the meadows,
At least conceal their pain with compassion!
  Autumn storm, come! and through all the dread,
Comfort us by letting us see the sky!